Altheria's POV
Instinctively, I reached out and tugged at Ethan's soft cheeks but I quickly regretted this whimsical impulse of mine as I felt a cold and sharp stare boring into me from my side.
"What are you doing, Altheria? You claimed to have no abnormal intentions toward my disciple. But it seems you can't control your urges. You're not planning to drink his blood afterward, are you?"
Nyx's cold voice sent an icy chill through me that froze me in place. Years of experience had hardened me to such confrontations and I floated back to her side, lifting myself to match her height to match her aggression.
"Hmph, you don't need to overreact. I was just pulling his cheeks a little. After all, he is still a cute little boy," I replied in an unwavering tone.
My explanation, however, did little to convince her. Her narrowed eyes bore into me clearly filled with suspicion, but I held my ground and refused to waver beneath her scrutiny.
